Sarah

As you reach for the hat, you can't help but snarl internally at how Miranda is rubbing at Tom's chest. "Wow, who knew all it took was for you to shut the fuck up for five seconds to make you bearable to be around, Tom?"
As you pull the piece of paper and see that it's Sarah, you decide that you need to do something to disrupt this, whether it's serious or not.
"Sarah. Since poor Tom can't talk outside of dares, I dare you to keep him company on his lap until he can speak freely again."
Matt gives you a venomous look. Sarah just smiles. "Ok!" ever the flirt and tease, Sarah doesn't care which male is giving her attention. She eagerly glides over to Sarah plopping down on his lap and draping an arm over the back of his head. "Comfortable seat...apart from the bummmmps...." she grinds her tush a little, and Tom groans. "Ah ah.... no talking."
Matt is seething at you now, having deprived him of his sexy crush just when he was getting close with her. You feel a little guilty, but you needed to put a buffer between Miranda and Tom. Miranda's already lost interest in him, and is looking through the empty beer bottles on the table for one with some liquid still in it.
"Pass me the hat please, John, since I can't get up." Sarah lounges luxuriantly, propping her legs up on the arm of the couch next to Tom's chair. Her legs are quite incredible, you notice. Thick thighs and smooth skin, and at this angle, Matt's shirt isn't covering much at all. Tom seems to be taking the opportunity of the buxom present to fondle those glorious legs for himself, and Sarah isn't stopping him.